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Result number
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Work
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are treated as single work with 154 parts.
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the character name is "Poet."
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restart for each scene.
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Antony and Cleopatra
[IV, 4] |
Antony |
2628 |
Ah, let be, let be! thou art
The armourer of my heart: false, false; this, this.
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2 |
Henry VI, Part II
[I, 3] |
Earl of Warwick |
575 |
Image of pride, why should I hold my peace?
[Enter HORNER, the Armourer, and his man]
PETER, guarded]
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3 |
Henry VI, Part II
[II, 3] |
Richard Plantagenet (Duke of Gloucester) |
1092 |
Lords, let him go. Please it your majesty,
This is the day appointed for the combat;
And ready are the appellant and defendant,
The armourer and his man, to enter the lists,
So please your highness to behold the fight.
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4 |
Henry VI, Part II
[II, 3] |
Richard Plantagenet (Duke of Gloucester) |
1101 |
I never saw a fellow worse bested,
Or more afraid to fight, than is the appellant,
The servant of this armourer, my lords.
[Enter at one door, HORNER, the Armourer, and his]
Neighbours, drinking to him so much that he is drunk;
and he enters with a drum before him and his staff
with a sand-bag fastened to it; and at the other
door PETER, his man, with a drum and sand-bag, and
'Prentices drinking to him]
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5 |
Troilus and Cressida
[I, 2] |
Alexander |
156 |
Up to the eastern tower,
Whose height commands as subject all the vale,
To see the battle. Hector, whose patience
Is, as a virtue, fix'd, to-day was moved:
He chid Andromache and struck his armourer,
And, like as there were husbandry in war,
Before the sun rose he was harness'd light,
And to the field goes he; where every flower
Did, as a prophet, weep what it foresaw
In Hector's wrath.
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